Miss Witch's Forbidden Book Secret

However, because of this, she is not only a fifth-order prophet, but also has a deep understanding of alchemy, oak wood, blacksmithing, and even the Holy Grail and the King.

It is difficult for Guzar, who has devoted his life to the path of the prophets, to judge whether this is a blessing or a curse.

However, Barragas does indeed know a great deal about nightmares.

She had just taken over the entire ritual, and less than twelve hours later, when the hands of her pocket watch all pointed to zero, Barragas suddenly broke free from her meditation.

Her white prophet's robe was covered with spiderweb-like black patterns, like cracked porcelain. A hissing sound was heard, and black seawater seemed about to burst out from the cracks.

With practiced ease, Bylegas flicked her fingers, and silver chains emerged from the void, binding her. The rate at which the seawater overflowed slowed dramatically, and even reversed course.

Her gaze, piercing through countless obstacles, now fell upon a phantom tower standing on the coast, with several ironclad warships loitering around it.

It seems someone else has already beaten us to it.

Moreover, judging from the specifications of the ironclad warships, is this the coastal navy of the Iris?

Bylegas frowned slightly, his gaze continuing to penetrate deeper, flying into the most spiritually vibrant ironclad ship, passing through the deck and cabins, and then his body suddenly trembled.

A holy, pure white, gentle yet deadly, radiant yet cruel force quickly enveloped her gaze, even tracking her location in reverse.

Silver Knight!

The moment she realized this, the blade ruthlessly sliced ​​into her own soul.

—Soul cutting!

Baileys opened his eyes, his forehead covered in a cold sweat, and quickly said to Guzar, "This is a big problem! Guzar!"

"The sanctuary has already been spotted by the Silver Knights of Saint Enggard. Turn the ship around and head northeast for thirty kilometers immediately!"

"Go prepare the ceremony materials for me. We need to prepare for the deep dive now; we don't have much time left!"

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Lovisa gripped the knight's greatsword, which gleamed with holy light, tightly, still shaken.

Several fully armed silver knights hurried over from outside the door, but did not enter for fear of disturbing the ceremony.

Lovisa ordered, "Stop! The deep dive is still ongoing, do not enter."

"Sir, what's the situation inside?"

"The gaze of a prophet has been cast upon us..."

"this......"

The notification they received was forty or fifty hours away from the prophets!

How could it be so fast!

The knights were all covered in goosebumps and gripped their sword hilts tightly in fear, feeling that the prophets might have already infiltrated the vicinity or even reached the island.

They'd heard that those prophets were terrifying!

Once they know their name, they can find their family tree, let alone their place in the family history.

Lovisa had dealt with the prophet before and wasn't so worried. She said, "The prophet has probably already discovered us. You should continue to strengthen your vigilance, especially underwater and on the island!"

"understand!"

"But sir, should we increase the garrison on Envoy Sulph's side?"

"unnecessary."

Lovisa glanced at the girl sitting in the chair with her eyes tightly closed, her soul seemingly sinking into the deep sea, and said resolutely, "I'm enough. As for Sulph... she can only rely on herself now."

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I'm taking a day off, and I have a bunch of classes on Saturday, so I'll post one chapter first.

I'll add three more chapters tomorrow.

Chapter 380 Entering the Nightmare

After closing her eyes, Tia was met with the familiar feeling of falling and suffocation, as the heavy water pressure slowly sank her consciousness.

When I opened my eyes again, a dazzling and bright ray of sunlight shone into my pupils.

Everywhere the eye can see is an ocean of light.

For a moment, Tia even felt as if she were immersed in the surface of a star, or in a heavenly kingdom under the divine light described in church classics—in any case, it had nothing to do with the ascension ceremony that was being held like a secret gathering.

At the same time, a familiar yet unfamiliar voice rang in my ears.

"That's right, we are born to pursue the light."

This is her voice, or rather, "Tia Sulph's" voice, with some of the local accent of Newport, and a Silvercastle accent that Anne and Eleanor had influenced.

There are also countless harmonies.

When the light faded and Tia opened her eyes again, she found herself curled up in a damp corner of the alley. She was only about four or five years old, and her stomach was growling loudly with hunger.

Looking out through the narrow alley, one could see the streets of Golden Moon Bay, where well-dressed pedestrians with canes were coming and going, the neighing of horses mingling with the footsteps of pedestrians.

Just as she was about to get up, the stench of rotting garbage piled up in the alley was blown into her face by the hot, humid sea breeze.

Tia retched from the stench and didn't even have the strength to get up.

Immediately, a sharp and long-lost pain spread throughout her body—by simply touching and looking at her after pulling aside her clothes, her body was quite thin, with a thick layer of mud and grime covering her skin, but there were obvious bruises on her lower abdomen, back, and limbs, indicating she had been beaten. There was also a cut on her forehead, likely caused by being slammed against a wall by her hair.

In other words, she had just been brutally beaten and then thrown into a garbage dump not long ago.

As for the reason—under that thin linen garment, there was half a piece of dry, hardened black bread.

What a nightmare!

Child abuse? This environment is even worse than the orphanage where she had to do hard labor...

Directly opposite the alley, outside the workshop selling alchemy tools, a carriage slowly came to a stop. The first person to step out of the carriage was a girl of thirteen or fourteen years old. Her waist-length brown hair was being blown by the sea breeze, and her fitted black dress accentuated her elfin figure.

As soon as she got off the bus, the girl, carrying a suitcase, chattered away in a distinctive Mistmoon City accent, urging the alchemist on the bus, a young man who looked to be in his twenties or thirties and had a scholarly air, to get off.

He was wearing a long, brown trench coat typical of alchemists, round-framed silver glasses, and his dark chestnut hair was unkempt and quite messy. He was getting out of the car with a cane when he looked up and happened to see a young girl curled up in the alley in the distance.

The moment their gaze fell upon Tia, the entire world seemed to freeze for a moment.

The ouroboros's wet, cold tongue crawled into her ear canal and whispered:

[June 15, 501 AD. You, an abandoned, nameless woman, a homeless child, were beaten and left in the alleys of Golden Moon Bay for stealing bread.]

In this country, orphaned and helpless children often have few options. Overcrowded welfare homes and relief centers have no time to take them in from the streets, and lacking both physical strength and physical power, even climbing chimneys is difficult for them to compete with three- or four-year-olds. Even becoming a kept canary for a powerful figure based solely on looks is a pipe dream for a child surrounded by filth and hunger.

So you're planning to fill your stomach and head south while the weather's still warm, where winters are much warmer. There might be a way out there, but your clumsy thieving skills ruin everything.

[Fate, so capricious, with just a slight provocation, has caused such turmoil. Ulrich Bonhoeffer, who was preparing alchemical equipment for his apprentice Jeremiah, inadvertently noticed this person who should not exist in history at the entrance of the alchemy workshop.]

The sound of the ouroboros swirled around her cochlea, seemingly entering Tia's mind almost imperceptibly.

[Promotion Quest (Required & General): Inherit the Sanctuary "Moon Tower"]

Nightmare Mission (Optional & Dedicated)

[Like a dream, a bubble: Remaining lucid amidst the double nightmare of the 'Secret Historian' Barragas—from the Prophet]

[Light Born from the Sea: A Revelation from Avina Sulph in the Double Nightmare of the 'Secret Historian' Byragis—From the Ouroboros]

[Not as fond of learning as lust: Embarking on the path of alchemy—from alchemy]

[The Chosen One: Destroy all other intruders into the Sanctuary—from the Ouroboros]

The historian of secrets... and a double nightmare.

Has the Wisdom Palace attacked so quickly...?

But what's with embarking on the path of alchemy and receiving enlightenment from Avina Sulph?

Why is her unreliable older sister also in this nightmare? Could she have come in too? Why couldn't we see her before?

Could it be that he followed her the whole way?

That's perverted...

As the curled-up girl pondered, the hissing sound of the ouroboros gradually faded into the distance, and time began to flow slowly by.

Tia was so hungry that she ate a few bites of bread and almost cried.

The pain surged up all at once.

—Her extraordinary abilities still exist, but they have been restricted by the Sanctuary, forcibly weakened to near ineffectiveness. In other words, she is now indeed an ordinary person.

Ulrich, who was outside the alley, left the girl behind him, took a deep breath, and walked into the alley.

He crouched down to look into Tia's beautiful black eyes—flesh and blood are the essence of the spirit, and the eyes are the windows to the spirit.

Even though it was suppressed by some special power, he could still see the powerful soul beating behind Tia's eyes.

Is this Sequence 8 or Sequence 7?

Regardless of the number, this is simply a natural-born superhuman!

He came to Golden Moon Bay precisely to establish his own school of thought and recruit students!

With great excitement, Ulrich reached out and took out a small piece of gold, placing it on Tia's forehead. The "rapid healing" ritual was instantly completed, and she began to nourish her body.

Once Tia had recovered sufficiently, Ulrich said excitedly, "Relax, child, I mean you no harm."

Tia quickly retreated, taking advantage of the moment she hid in the shadows to rapidly adjust her facial expression and posture. Her face immediately became timid and her body trembled slightly—she was a genuine orphan, and she was very skilled at playing the role of an orphan, feigning pitifulness, and gaining sympathy!

She used this natural advantage quite a lot when she followed Avina to dig potatoes and ended up getting caught with her silly sister.

Ulrich was now completely immersed in the joy of discovering a promising talent, even though he was a vagabond—but alchemists don't care about that!

Do you want to become an alchemist?

"I......"

"Come with me, young lady. I am Ulrich Bonhoeffer, an instructor of the Alchemy Society. I swear in the name of my instructor, the president Bishop, that I have no ill intentions toward you!"

Meanwhile, on a street in the distance, there was a family of three.

However, the aristocratic couple, dressed in extremely luxurious clothes, treated their daughter with utmost respect.

The noblewoman, around twelve or thirteen years old, watched Ulrich's departing figure from afar and waved her hand, saying, "It seems we've found our target."

He frowned again and said, "But I didn't expect this sanctuary to have ascended to such a distance, limiting the supernatural powers of the ritual participants to the level of ordinary people."

"Master Guzhar".

The couple quickly replied, "According to Ms. Bareges, this should be the time when Ulrich has just been promoted to Sequence Five, left Mistmoon City, and is preparing to recruit students. This is an opportunity."

The noble girl, played by Guzar, looked at the young woman in a dress named "Jeremiah" who had just boarded the train, raised an eyebrow, and said, "Too slow."

"So you mean...?"

"Let Barragas twist this nightmare and give us some of the power we need."

The prophet, who was playing the role of the couple, exclaimed with delight, "You mean we can regain our power in reality?"

"Ah, that's probably difficult."

Guzar chuckled, “But power can be provided by more than just the extraordinary path.”

It would be too much to ask of someone as low as Sequence 5, Barragas, to directly distort the rules of the Sanctuary and restore their power.

In any case, this is Ulrich's sanctuary! Not some lowly spirit.

However, within the rules, Barragas has a lot of room to maneuver. For example, he could slightly alter their identities, turning them into powerful figures. Or he could send some of the extraordinary items from this nightmare to them from elsewhere.

As such.

Superhumans are not immortal, and Guzal knew this all too well—moreover, Ulrich was only a fledgling Sequence 5 at the moment.

Chapter 381 The "Secret Historian's" Double Nightmare

Inside the carriage, a girl in a black fitted dress looked at the little girl sitting upright and trembling, while giving Ulrich a suspicious look.

"Teacher, you mean you found me a female student as soon as I got off the bus? That's too casual of you! It was quite a hassle for me to become your apprentice!"

"Ah... Little Tia, I wasn't talking to you. Do you want some milk?"

Jeremiah hurriedly took two bottles of milk from the box and handed them to Tia, then used a cleansing spell to wash away the dirt from her face.